Xu Chaomu folded up the divorce agreement and pressed it into a book, never to look at it again.
She admitted, doing this was selfish.
Just let her be selfish for once, for she loved him dearly.
She picked up the blue card on the table, which was permeated with a faint scent of perfume, with an apology written on it from Shen Chi.
She didn't care for those apologies; she loved to read the English string at the end: ILOVEYOU.
Next time, he must say it to her in person.
She took a pen and wrote four words in Chinese after that English phrase: I love you too.
The two lines, written side by side, were like the names she often loved to write on the fogged-up window: his and hers.
Shen Chi, Xu Chaomu.
She had loved him for thirteen years.
Yet, Shen Chi, that savvy businessman, had obtained a marriage certificate with her without spending a penny, and that was it.
No proposal, no engagement, and now, with her child already three months old, there was still no wedding ceremony.
